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http://www.thecatsite.com/a/why-you-should-adopt-a-senior-cat
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Have you ever adopted an adult cat?
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We took in Mabel from a friend who had trapped her on the street. We don't know her history but we think she is about 15 now. She was seriously messed up when we got her, skinny, rotten teeth, and a giant polyp sticking out of her ear. She now only has 2 teeth left and is on asthma medication. After some research (with help from thecatsite forums!) we decided to have her ear canal removed (TECA surgery). She looks a little lopsided now but she has the energy of a kitten! She can be ornery with the other cats but she's so small nobody is particularly threatened. We were supposed to just foster her, but we can't part with her now!
Awww, Bless her little heart! She is a cutie. Her name suites her. She looks like a Mabel. Bless you for taking her in & taking such good care of her.
Yes, Autumn was almost 3 yrs. old when she caught my eye. With those beautiful green eyes and beautiful tortie colors, I just couldn't resist her beauty. Of course later I found out she can be a brat
but I love her anyway. I would adopt an older cat again in a minute if I could. Being a senior citizen, I would not adopt a kitten or very young cat since I don't know if I'll be around in say 20 years.
My DH brought home a 10 year old Maine Coon about 2.5 weeks ago. Story is he was sold with the house the couple who gave him to us bought. Who does that? Any way, he's very sweet, but is severely underweight. As in weighs 8 lbs and should be about 15 or 16. It's been a rough few weeks for him. He and our female cat hate each other. He is fine with our two dogs and other male cat, but starts hissing if the female even walks in the room. He was on hunger strike under our bed for over a week. Took him to the vet, she gave him an appetite stimulant and did bloodwork (he's healthy). Since the vet visit he hasn't gone back up to our room to hide under the bed, has started eating like he's never been fed, and taking up the best window spot. 
Bad news is he is pooing in the communal food bowl, and I just found pee in his bed. Going to start a new thread on those issues.
Bad news is he is pooing in the communal food bowl, and I just found pee in his bed. Going to start a new thread on those issues.
Poor baby! Bless you for helping him. Wow, he was under weight! So glad he's okay & healthy. Would love to see some pictures.My DH brought home a 10 year old Maine Coon about 2.5 weeks ago. Story is he was sold with the house the couple who gave him to us bought. Who does that? Any way, he's very sweet, but is severely underweight. As in weighs 8 lbs and should be about 15 or 16. It's been a rough few weeks for him. He and our female cat hate each other. He is fine with our two dogs and other male cat, but starts hissing if the female even walks in the room. He was on hunger strike under our bed for over a week. Took him to the vet, she gave him an appetite stimulant and did bloodwork (he's healthy). Since the vet visit he hasn't gone back up to our room to hide under the bed, has started eating like he's never been fed, and taking up the best window spot.
Yes. Not elderly but an adult cat. That would be my Binky. And we lived happily ever after.
I rescued a senior cat and he lived out the remainder of his life with me. I was leaving work at lunch one day and saw some mean little boys poking at him with sticks and throwing rocks at him. Poor old fellow did not know what to do. I got out and read those kids the riot act, and they all scattered, leaving the old kitty sitting in the mud with a knot on his poor little head. I walked over to him, but he ran past me and jumped into my truck like he knew I would take care of him. I took home, fed him, made sure he wasn't badly injured and cleaned him up a little. I was dh's day off, so he agreed to check on him while I finished my work day. I asked around at work, and found a girl that knew something about him. His human had recently died and her family just turned him out to fend for himelf, and that he could possibly be as old as 18 years.
He was a sweet old guy, and spent most of his day sleeping in his little nest he made for himself out a few old blankets and towels. He liked pettting, but did not like being picked up. I think maybe it was uncomfortable for him. The vet said at his advanced age, he should be made comfortable and kept warm. He had been skinny and dirty when I picked him up, but it did not take long to gain a little weight and have his coat a beautiful white. Summertime came and we would leave the laundry room door open to the outside. He would go outside and sleep in the warm sun, under a big azalea bush. After we had him about 9 months, he was sleeping one afternoon, let out a yowl, and passed to the Bridge. I knew when we took him in we would probably not have him for long, and I was very glad he was not alone and suffering.
He was a sweet old guy, and spent most of his day sleeping in his little nest he made for himself out a few old blankets and towels. He liked pettting, but did not like being picked up. I think maybe it was uncomfortable for him. The vet said at his advanced age, he should be made comfortable and kept warm. He had been skinny and dirty when I picked him up, but it did not take long to gain a little weight and have his coat a beautiful white. Summertime came and we would leave the laundry room door open to the outside. He would go outside and sleep in the warm sun, under a big azalea bush. After we had him about 9 months, he was sleeping one afternoon, let out a yowl, and passed to the Bridge. I knew when we took him in we would probably not have him for long, and I was very glad he was not alone and suffering.
I fostered an old girl from the shelter who was clearly very senior. She probably didn't have much in the way of teeth, and she couldn't eat dry food. It took a day or two to discover that she would eat soft food if it was slurried up with enough water. It was a little more trouble to feed her, but from that day on, she gained weight and got much better looking. She got well enough that we actually returned her to the shelter, so she could be available. She was taken in by a rescue that specialized in elderly cats. They had her for about 9 months before she passed, but they said she was just a wonderful cat who slept every night with her son.
Here she is, Tiger, renamed Tigris by her adopter.
Here she is, Tiger, renamed Tigris by her adopter.
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This is exactly my own thoughts too.Yes, Autumn was almost 3 yrs. old when she caught my eye. With those beautiful green eyes and beautiful tortie colors, I just couldn't resist her beauty. Of course later I found out she can be a bratbut I love her anyway. I would adopt an older cat again in a minute if I could. Being a senior citizen, I would not adopt a kitten or very young cat since I don't know if I'll be around in say 20 years.
Even though I have my 6 adults now (1 to 4 year olds), but if time will pass and if this will happen that I outlive my cats - I will never take a youngster again.
I only will adopt elderly cats then, and it will be only one cat or two, because even then I'll have to make plans for them in case they outlive me.
Puss came into my life as a result of a note on the staff message board in our hospital. Someone would soon be emigrating to Australia, and needed to find a new home for their cat. Puss turned out to be 16 years old and rather deaf. The owners had initially decided to take her with them, but when they heard how long the journey would be, and that, once in Australia, Puss would have to remain in quarantaine for some time, they decided against it, fearing they might never see her alive again.
I offered to help them find a home for her, which was greatfully accepted, but no-one seemed to be interested in taking on an old cat. The weekend before the removal crates were to be delivered, I decided to collect her and foster her for the duration. She moved in with us and took over the household, cats, humans and all.
I decided Puss wasn't much of a name, so I renamed her Precious, which would still sound familiar to her. I shouldn't have bothered, as she turned out to be stone deaf. In her own home, she would appear to hear people approaching due to the vibrations of the wooden floor. She was really special, the only surviving kitten of the oops-litter of an 8 month-old kitten and a Persian stud that had managed to escape from a back yard breeder. The mother cat was too young to know how to care for her babies, and probably had no milk, either. The owners didn't know how to handle the situation, so the kittens died and were about to be buried. Then someone saw one tiny paw move, and Puss was pulled out of the heap of bodies, and bottle-reared. She had lived with her first owner from when she was 2 or 3 days old till the day I decided to foster her.
I never bothered to find her a home, she simply stayed with us and gracefully allowed us to become her slaves. At my request, an animal communicator contacted her to tell her why she had moved in with us, and that she would have to put up with the other cats if she wanted to stay. The communicator told us she would try, she was grateful we had offered her a home, and she felt greatly honoured that we had called her Precious. But she was indeed well-named, for precious she was. Whenever we walked past the chair or stool she slept on, she would grab our clothes with her nails, without ever touching skin, and would not release us till after an intense cuddling session. She also taught the other cats not to be scared of fireworks. As she was completely deaf, she wouldn't hear them, and being the top cat, the others took their lead from her. She has been gone for 4 years, but to this day, my cats are not scared of fireworks, thanks to her.
She happily lived with us for 2½ years, learned to brave the cat flap and, in spite of her age and her arthrosis, would still chase all strange cats out of 'her' garden. She was a very aristocratic, almost regal personality, which earned her the titles Milady and 'the deaf diva'. She and my other tortie, Steffie, who was about the same age as her, would often sleep next to each other, one on the chair, the other on the foot stool, in exactly the same position. We called them the synchronized sleepers. In the end, she hardly left her cat bed, and when she did, she would sometimes no longer make it to the litter tray in time. As long as she still enjoyed her food and cuddles and seemed to be content, we didn't mind. But one day she only took a few bites from her food, and when I stroked her head and flank, she kind of leaned against my arm and looked at me with sad, tired eyes. The moment had come to send her on her last journey. She died in my arms, purring away, at the age of 18 years, 7 months and 9 days.
I offered to help them find a home for her, which was greatfully accepted, but no-one seemed to be interested in taking on an old cat. The weekend before the removal crates were to be delivered, I decided to collect her and foster her for the duration. She moved in with us and took over the household, cats, humans and all.
I decided Puss wasn't much of a name, so I renamed her Precious, which would still sound familiar to her. I shouldn't have bothered, as she turned out to be stone deaf. In her own home, she would appear to hear people approaching due to the vibrations of the wooden floor. She was really special, the only surviving kitten of the oops-litter of an 8 month-old kitten and a Persian stud that had managed to escape from a back yard breeder. The mother cat was too young to know how to care for her babies, and probably had no milk, either. The owners didn't know how to handle the situation, so the kittens died and were about to be buried. Then someone saw one tiny paw move, and Puss was pulled out of the heap of bodies, and bottle-reared. She had lived with her first owner from when she was 2 or 3 days old till the day I decided to foster her.
I never bothered to find her a home, she simply stayed with us and gracefully allowed us to become her slaves. At my request, an animal communicator contacted her to tell her why she had moved in with us, and that she would have to put up with the other cats if she wanted to stay. The communicator told us she would try, she was grateful we had offered her a home, and she felt greatly honoured that we had called her Precious. But she was indeed well-named, for precious she was. Whenever we walked past the chair or stool she slept on, she would grab our clothes with her nails, without ever touching skin, and would not release us till after an intense cuddling session. She also taught the other cats not to be scared of fireworks. As she was completely deaf, she wouldn't hear them, and being the top cat, the others took their lead from her. She has been gone for 4 years, but to this day, my cats are not scared of fireworks, thanks to her.
She happily lived with us for 2½ years, learned to brave the cat flap and, in spite of her age and her arthrosis, would still chase all strange cats out of 'her' garden. She was a very aristocratic, almost regal personality, which earned her the titles Milady and 'the deaf diva'. She and my other tortie, Steffie, who was about the same age as her, would often sleep next to each other, one on the chair, the other on the foot stool, in exactly the same position. We called them the synchronized sleepers. In the end, she hardly left her cat bed, and when she did, she would sometimes no longer make it to the litter tray in time. As long as she still enjoyed her food and cuddles and seemed to be content, we didn't mind. But one day she only took a few bites from her food, and when I stroked her head and flank, she kind of leaned against my arm and looked at me with sad, tired eyes. The moment had come to send her on her last journey. She died in my arms, purring away, at the age of 18 years, 7 months and 9 days.
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jiskefet, your story touched me so much!
What a wonderful cat she was and clearly she touched your heart and hearts of your feline family!
Is it possible that you have a picture of her somewhere - can we look?
Thank you for having adopted such a beautiful person (Precious).
Puss as a kitten
Precious with us
She is in my scrap page collection in my photo album as well
Precious with us
She is in my scrap page collection in my photo album as well
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Simply heart breaking that anyone would "turn out" a cat to fend for himself, let alone one so old! The kind of story that makes me hope that Karma does work.
So glad you were there to save him from those awful kids and make sure he is safe and loved during his last months.
My second cat, Missy, we got her when she was over 7yrs old (now around 14). We had 1 cat (previously adopted as kitten) and decided to get him a friend. My friend is a veterinary nurse and said she would look out for any cats that came in to her surgery needing a new home. One day she went in to theatre and saw a vet about to euthanize a beautiful black British short hair kitty the vet had the needle in Missys arm ready to plunge!!!!). My friend asked what was wrong with the cat and the vet said the owners had insisted on putting her down. My friend asked her to not do it as she had a home for her. .
That evening she brought her to us, she was a bundle of teeth and claw's, snarling and growling at us. If we went anywhere near her she bit and clawed. Our other cat, Neko, wanted to see what she was and being 1 yr old was very interested in this strange creature. He tried to get close a couple of times then ended up hiding under our bed for the rest of the night
Missy ended up hiding behind one of the computer desks and would not come out, we eventually managed to coax her out after a few hours for a bit of food, but she soon shot back under the desk. This went on for a couple of days (having to put litter tray and food/water under the desk). Then suddenly one evening she decided she would look at her new home and wondered all around the house, hissing and snarling at Neko. She then came to the lounge and decided to flop on the sofa next to me.
It did not take long before her and Neko became inseparable, playing, chasing sleeping and cleaning together. Since then she has been an adorable lady, not one for play but does love the fuss and attention. She loves being talked to and brushed, she parades around DH after being brushed to show how pretty she is. Missy now sleeps everynight on my back in bed and is utterly adorable.
That evening she brought her to us, she was a bundle of teeth and claw's, snarling and growling at us. If we went anywhere near her she bit and clawed. Our other cat, Neko, wanted to see what she was and being 1 yr old was very interested in this strange creature. He tried to get close a couple of times then ended up hiding under our bed for the rest of the night
Missy ended up hiding behind one of the computer desks and would not come out, we eventually managed to coax her out after a few hours for a bit of food, but she soon shot back under the desk. This went on for a couple of days (having to put litter tray and food/water under the desk). Then suddenly one evening she decided she would look at her new home and wondered all around the house, hissing and snarling at Neko. She then came to the lounge and decided to flop on the sofa next to me.
It did not take long before her and Neko became inseparable, playing, chasing sleeping and cleaning together. Since then she has been an adorable lady, not one for play but does love the fuss and attention. She loves being talked to and brushed, she parades around DH after being brushed to show how pretty she is. Missy now sleeps everynight on my back in bed and is utterly adorable.
Jeffy was an owner surrender to the local shelter. I can't remember why. He was so stressed out at the shelter, he was pulling all his hair out. The shelter told me he was 8. My vet asked me "Are you sure?" Based on his eyes, vet guessed he was at least 12. He'd been improperly declawed and walked on his wrists rather than his feet. This never slowed him down though! He loved to go for walks on a leash and really loved trips to places like PetsMart and PetCo. He always got so much attention and was a very special boy. I lost him to a tumor on his pancreas in July. He was in my life for about 18 months and I'm glad I had the opportunity to be his "mom".
More recently foster failed on a 13 yr male Siamese. Another owner surrender who was over looked due to multiple medical issues (minor ones luckily). His previous family said he didn't like dogs or cats. He took a while to integrate into the house (almost 6 months to come downstairs) but now he's always in the middle of things and makes sure I don't forget dinner time. Found him sleeping with 2 of my younger cats the other day and he puts up just fine with the dogs!
I wish everyone would consider a senior pet - they do 'know' and appreciate it all so much!
More recently foster failed on a 13 yr male Siamese. Another owner surrender who was over looked due to multiple medical issues (minor ones luckily). His previous family said he didn't like dogs or cats. He took a while to integrate into the house (almost 6 months to come downstairs) but now he's always in the middle of things and makes sure I don't forget dinner time. Found him sleeping with 2 of my younger cats the other day and he puts up just fine with the dogs!
I wish everyone would consider a senior pet - they do 'know' and appreciate it all so much!
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I decided to adopt an adult cat because kittens automatically get adopted & the poor adult ones are always left in the shelters so I felt bad & decided to give an adult cat a good home. I adopted Lady Grace, then after about a year, she seemed very lonely, she was always just waking up when I would come in the house so I went back to the shelter & got her a friend Grinchee, she's 1/2 persian & looks like the Grinch. They get along great! Shortly after the 2nd adoption, there was a stray lurking around my Parents house in the cold rainy weather so my Mother & I trapped her & brought her to the shelter. Luckily we did, the vet said she had such a bad upper respitory infection, she would've died within a cuple days. Feeling bad that someone else must have already abandoned her, I felt terrible for gaining her trust, caging her & just dropping her off @ the shelter...ABANDONED ONCE AGAIN...so yep, I went back & adopted her too. Then as if I'm not already considered a crazy cat lady, my neighbor moved & abandoned her poor cat so I took him in too! So I ended up w/3 girls & a boy, thankfully, they all get along! But I have to say, they are all lap cats, all so very loving & its almost like their SO APPRECIATIVE THAT I GAVE THEM A 2ND CHANCE @ A GOOD LIFE & THEY SHOW IT! The reason I say this is because my Parents have adopted all 3 of their cats as kittens & their all spoiled rotten, from drinking spring water to air conditioning in the summer time (just like mine) but 1 won't even let you pet him, 1's only lovable on her terms & same w/the 3rd....I GUESS MY POINT IS...I HIGHLY RECOMMEND GIVING THE ADULT CATS A 2nd CHANCE @ A GOOD LIFE BECAUSE THEY'LL LOVE YOU ALL THE MORE FOR IT ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE ABANDONED OR ABUSED! ADOPTING ADULT CATS HAS BEEN SO REWARDING & IT SAVES THEM FROM BEING PUT DOWN AS WELL! This goes for adopting any pet because everyone I know whom has saved a dog or cat from a shelter has ended up having the most LOVING PETS & I TRULY BELIEVE ITS BECAUSE THEY'VE LIVED A BAD LIFE & ONCE THEIR GIVEN ALL THE LOVE & AFFECTION ALL ANIMALS DESERVE, YOUR ALMOST 100% GARAUNTEED TO GET BACK WHAT YOU GIVE!! ADOPT YOUR NEXT PET, IT'LL MEAN THE WORLD TO THEM & GIVES YOU A SENSE OF PEACE THAT YOU SAVED A LITTLE LIFE & HELPED MAKE THEIR LITTLE WORLD A WHOLE LOT BETTER!
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Our cat, Alley, was left to fend for herself in our barn. Some people left her there, so we decided to take her in. She was fairly trained, and became a barn cat. One day, we got home drone grocery shopping, and our previous cat, Lidia, was gone. I was a little girl, so my parents told me she'd run away. Now I suspect alley killed her.
Older cats rock! I got my Hershey from a friend who moved to England. She was 6 or 7, not really sure. She was rescued from a household where she was abused. It took time and patience to help her get over her fear of being partially covered with a kitty blanket, to step outside the door into the garden, to know the joys of her own heating pad and to love me as much as I loved her. She was more than a pet, she was like my child. At 12 she started sleeping in bed with me, her head under my chin and her paws wrapped around my arm. She never strayed off our property when we "gardened" together. She had her own garden, filled with catnip, cat grass, parsley and other treats, which she munched while I worked. Then she would sunbathe until it was time to go in. She had everything a cat could want. As she grew older, I designed stairs for her (she was a very small Burmese) gait, so she could climb up to her window seats and not have to try to jump. She would snuggle with me while watching TV. Sometimes she would stand in my lap, and put her paws on my cheeks and head butt me, which was her way of kissing. She was my companion, confident, and best friend for 12 years. Hershey passed in June, a victim of brain cancer. It has been 5 months, and I still cry over her loss. I now have a 3 year old Tortie and a 1 year old feral Burmese. For those hesitant about getting an older cat, think of the positives. No kitten clawing the furniture. No kitten climbing up the drapes. No fighting when triming nails. No constant teething bites. Sure, you may get an adult cat with habits you don't like, but they can be re-trained. My Tortie was adopted and returned to the shelter more than once before I got her. She is a food monger. Cried constantly for food, even though she wasn't hungry. Jumped on the counter anytime you were in the kitchen. Landed in the sink (when it was full of dishes, forks and knives) while I was washing them. Almost became cat stew several times jumping on the stove when I was boiling water in a pot. Two weeks later she sat quietly and waited for her meal to be served. She hasn't jumped on the counter since. It wasn't that hard to stop her jumping. Just took her off the counter and put her on the floor with a stern "No". My record was 39 times in a row before she realized food was not forthcoming unless she stayed on the floor. As for jumping on the counters when it was not meal time, all it took was one swat of a fly swatter on the opposite end of the counter and a stern "Down" to end that problem. Never sprayed her with water, never hit her with anything, never hurt her in any way. Just the change in my tone of voice and one loud noise. She is now a perfect little lady and has taken to sleeping with me at the foot of my bed. I have adopted 2 cats after Hershey passed, both with problems. Cats nobody wants. Until you do it, you have no idea how satisfying it is to save an older cat from being put down. In return for saving its life, it gives you love, joy and happiness, all of which are priceless, and well worth the shelter adoption fee.
My late Hershey:
My new feral: (Hershey Rose)
My new Tortie, Minja
My late Hershey:
My new feral: (Hershey Rose)
My new Tortie, Minja
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Wonderful idea Anne.
I have adopted 5 senior kitties (sadly 3 have passed on over the years - the last one in September of this year). The rest have all been adults between 1-5 years when they joined us (except Lil' Jag - who was a kitten),
I'll start with the 2 that are still with us.
They are brothers we assume. They were left behind by their previous owners when they moved out and took the dog. Their names are Fang and Drooler. They're about 10-11 years old now but where about 7-8 when left behind. Both are DSH. We just couldn't see them die from starvation or get picked up from Animal Services (they would be high risk of death because of age and color (both black). They are both sweet cats but are attached more to my mother. They have health issues, especially Fang. He's Diabetic and have mouth ulcers. They both appreciate a calm home.
Drooler
Fang
Now for the RB seniors - 2 of which started the whole thing.
Dancing Bear - he came along with the two brothers. He was about 15 when he came to us - a DLH gray possibly with some Angora in him. A very friendly outgoing but dominate personality. Nothing escaped his attention - he dominated every one but Kuce. He loved life and was also a clown. He ended up with Diabetes (might have had it before he came to us) and passed from complications at 17 years. We learned a lot from his diagnosis with is helping with Fang.
Sphinx - One of the 2 originals. We rescued him from Animal Services just in time. He was about 16 years old when he came home with us. A DSH gray Russian blue/Siamese cross. Very regal and calm. Also a Alpha cat but in a quiet way. He never met Dancing Bear, Fang, Drooler, Lil' Jag, Buster or Smudge, as he passed away just days after Luvbug joined us from cancer at the age of 18 years.. He had so many health problems that he struggled with but never once complained. He was also very playful and quick and loved walking on a leash and harness. We learned so much from him as well and I will always have a special place for him.
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Kuce - the second of the 2 originals. Came home with Sphinx from Animal Services just in time. She was about 9 years old when she came home. A tri-color (calico) Van pattern sweetheart - the Alpha cat female that no one messed with except her equal Sphinx (they never fought - just respected each other). She helped to raise Lil' Jag from a baby into an adult cat, helped my brother (who she adored) through illnesses and was/is a blessing. She gave her okay to the other cats that followed until her passing from Lung Cancer in September of 2012 at age 19 years.
The remaining 4 can be either posted here or in another post if you like Anne (Since they are not seniors when adopted) though 3 of the 4 qualify now as seniors.
I have adopted 5 senior kitties (sadly 3 have passed on over the years - the last one in September of this year). The rest have all been adults between 1-5 years when they joined us (except Lil' Jag - who was a kitten),
I'll start with the 2 that are still with us.
They are brothers we assume. They were left behind by their previous owners when they moved out and took the dog. Their names are Fang and Drooler. They're about 10-11 years old now but where about 7-8 when left behind. Both are DSH. We just couldn't see them die from starvation or get picked up from Animal Services (they would be high risk of death because of age and color (both black). They are both sweet cats but are attached more to my mother. They have health issues, especially Fang. He's Diabetic and have mouth ulcers. They both appreciate a calm home.
Drooler
Fang
Now for the RB seniors - 2 of which started the whole thing.
Dancing Bear - he came along with the two brothers. He was about 15 when he came to us - a DLH gray possibly with some Angora in him. A very friendly outgoing but dominate personality. Nothing escaped his attention - he dominated every one but Kuce. He loved life and was also a clown. He ended up with Diabetes (might have had it before he came to us) and passed from complications at 17 years. We learned a lot from his diagnosis with is helping with Fang.
Sphinx - One of the 2 originals. We rescued him from Animal Services just in time. He was about 16 years old when he came home with us. A DSH gray Russian blue/Siamese cross. Very regal and calm. Also a Alpha cat but in a quiet way. He never met Dancing Bear, Fang, Drooler, Lil' Jag, Buster or Smudge, as he passed away just days after Luvbug joined us from cancer at the age of 18 years.. He had so many health problems that he struggled with but never once complained. He was also very playful and quick and loved walking on a leash and harness. We learned so much from him as well and I will always have a special place for him.
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Kuce - the second of the 2 originals. Came home with Sphinx from Animal Services just in time. She was about 9 years old when she came home. A tri-color (calico) Van pattern sweetheart - the Alpha cat female that no one messed with except her equal Sphinx (they never fought - just respected each other). She helped to raise Lil' Jag from a baby into an adult cat, helped my brother (who she adored) through illnesses and was/is a blessing. She gave her okay to the other cats that followed until her passing from Lung Cancer in September of 2012 at age 19 years.
The remaining 4 can be either posted here or in another post if you like Anne (Since they are not seniors when adopted) though 3 of the 4 qualify now as seniors.
